“I might fucking die if you don’t,” I groan, and as soon as the words fully roll off my tongue, she licks me balls to tip, my whole body jerking with the motion.
“Is Cody Hayes losing his cool?” she teases, rising a little higher on her elbows as she smears the growing bead of precum around the head. “Do you want to know a secret?” she whispers, peering up to meet my eyes.
I freeze becausenowI realize there’s one standard question on my list I didn’t ask. It seemed such a fucking stretch considering Blair’s reputation that I didn’t bother, but now, looking into her beautiful eyes, a cold chain closes my throat.
No, no way she’s a virgin.
According to hundreds of rumors, she fucked half the football team, for crying out loud.
“I do want to know a secret.”
With a tiny smile, she parts her lips, then quickly bows, swallowing my cock all the way down.
All the way.
The head hits the back of her throat, then slides deeper, and before long, Blair’s bottom lip touches my balls.
My mind can’t comprehend how she fits eleven inches there, but my body responds in kind, growing that much hotter becauseone, two, three... and she lifts her head, releasing me with a pop.
“I don’t have a gag reflex,” she says, beaming at me from under thick eyelashes.
And she’s back on my shaft like it’s a lollipop, and she can’t get enough, her fingers toying with my balls in time with her head bobbing up and down.
Sweat coats my back, the orgasm so fucking close I won’t last much longer, and this isnothow I want to finish the evening.
I want her pussy, but instead of yanking her off me, my fingers tie her hair, and I look down, loving the sight of her swallowing me all the way.
The image of her kneeling, lips parted as she lets me deep-throat that pretty mouth flashes on the back of my eyelids, and I almost lose it.
“As amazing as this feels, I want your pussy, B.”
She claws my thighs, swallows me once more, and freezes for three long seconds before she comes up, wiping the corner of her mouth with one finger. That sultry, heated look in her blown pupils flips a switch inside my head.
I grab her by the waist and sit her in my lap, her legs locking around my back. It’s intimate, this position. We’re face to face. Her nipples brush my chest, and when I take her lips, she weaves her fingers through my hair, grinding her hips to slide her wet pussy along my cock.
Moving one hand under her butt, I lift her enough to get us in position. A small, satisfied whimper rips into my mouth as she inches down my length.
There are so many contradicting emotions running through me I can’t decide which takes the stage until she yanks my hand from under her butt and drops in one quick motion.
We both let out a moan. My muscles pull taut, her wet, tight pussy gripping me like a vice, pulsing along my shaft like she’s on the verge of coming undone.
“That feels so good,” she breathes, trying to rise, but I grip her hips firmly in place.
“Don’t move. Give me a minute.”
She remains still, but her soft, warm lips brush my ear, and she bites gently, sending a pleasant sting through my entire body.
“Fuck...” I groan, my cock jutting inside her, muscles spasming to rein in the overwhelming need to offload. “Jesus, B... you’re so fucking wet.”
“That’s supposed to be a good thing,” she whispers, skating her mouth along my jaw.
“It’s the best thing, I promise.”
Testing the waters, I lift her hips up slightly. The angle is perfect. Too perfect, but with a deep breath, determination, and a few unsexy thoughts, I keep my orgasm in check, pushing it down enough that I won’t come the second we up the tempo.
“Take charge. Ride me.”
She arches back like she’s about to show me the time of my fucking life, and gasps, rising on knees buried in the mattress either side of my hips. She rises so high my cock almost springs free, nothing but the tip left inside her, and then she falls, impaling herself on me in one long thrust.
